Monday, December 31, 2007
New Years Weekend at the Ranch
We had SUCH a great time!! We have never seen Savannah play as hard as she did. She and her cousins spent most of the time outside playing in the dirt, pretending to be horses, in the playhouse and running after Sadie. The last day when the kids were leading the horses around, she couldnt stop those yawns. Unfortunately had to drive home late Sunday night, but the kids were quick to fall asleep in the car. We were reminded this weekend how thankful we are to be healthy and safe as I flipped a 4 wheeler. I have been riding them for over 10 years and couldn't believe that it happened. Thankfully no one was hurt. Praise the Lord!! Thanks again Nana and Papa for the great time. This is one of our most anticipated weekends of the whole year. We love spending time with extended family.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Savannah's Gymnastics Awards
Monday, November 12, 2007
Texas Stampede Rodeo
The girls had a blast at the rodeo this weekend! Savannah even rode the mechanical bull before the show! She looks petrified, but she loved it and wanted to do it again! We are always surprised at the dare devil in her. She loves adventure! Lexi Ann thought she was quite the big girl in the seats. I thought this picture of her was kinda funny!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Fall Festival Kangaroo and Lady Bug
Monday, October 22, 2007
70 degrees in the shade
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Fun with the Rodger Girls!
Our girls love having the Rodger girls over to play! It was great weather so we spent amost 2 hours outside! The trampoline was very popular and the big girls wanted to stay on it forever. They were clapping though for Lexi Ann and Meredith as they got their turn!!
Trying to catch up with the big girls... who were pretending that they were on a pirate ship!
Meredith is such a cutie!!!!
Trying to catch up with the big girls... who were pretending that they were on a pirate ship!
Meredith is such a cutie!!!!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Savannah's Gymnastics Awards!
All the preschool gymnasts waiting to have thier name called and get their awards! We love knowing people that go there. Julia and Madelyne Bryant are in classes while Savannah is taking classes. Its alwasy great to get to visit with Jennifer while we watch the kids. Also the Albrechts and Dukes take gymnastics there too!!
Savannah refused to get up on the block. David and I just smile as we watch our shy strong first born sit motionless while they call her name. Coach Myke is so thoughtful and picks her up and puts her in her lap to get her certificate for doing bunny hops on the low beam. We had to rush out so that we could make it to Mommy's 10 year reunion homecoming, but Savannah said in the car that she loved getting the award, but was "too shy to stand up there". Those unique qualities bring such smiles to our faces!
Lexi Ann and Korban watching the big kids get thier awards!!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
At the Arboretum!
We had a great time going to the Arboretum with a friend from High School Heather. Our 10 year reunion is coming up this weekend and so we decided to get together. Her little girl Avery is only a week older that Lexi Ann and is so adorable. It was hard getting pictures because of the heat and all the people. We had a great time though! The girls loved seeing the animals and all the pumpkins. We picniced on the lawn, listened to Eddie Coker and watched Savannah dance.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
This is whats its all about.
This was sent to me by a friend in Bible Study. She is so right... this is whats its all about! This is why we women drag ourselves from our husbands on those precious nights. We need other women to get through this time. I am so thankful for the friends that God has blessed me with.
From Beth Moore:
"Last night at Bible study I taught on being a mom and my mind has been swimming with memories of my girls when they were little bitty. As God would have it, a few weeks ago I happened on an old prayer journal from 1982 when Amanda was barely three and Melissa was a newborn. Those of you in the throes will not be surprised to hear that it was filled with unsophisticated requests for things like more sleep, for Melissa to adjust better to the church nursery, for financial help as I got to stay home with the girls, for Amanda not to catch Melissa's cold, for Keith and I to get along better, for him to want to go to church, for him to stop cussing (I hope you're smiling because I am), for him to...and for him to...and for him to...and for him to...and for us to get to go to a marriage conference, for me to apply what I was learning in my first Dr. Dobson book, for me to have a better disposition (I must have used the word ten times that I could find), and for me to make minutes for my quiet time because "my day goes so much better when I do." Sound familiar?
(My personal favorite was when I asked God for forgiveness for trying to steal some of His glory for being so prideful about the way I played handbells in the handbell choir. I laughed until I cried. Then again, it has nothing to do with children but you surely would not have wanted to miss that, would you?)
Even before I found the journal, I'd begun reliving so many of those experiences as I watched Amanda with her young family. One of the things I enjoy so much as I relive those priceless and challenging days in my memory is Amanda telling me all about her fellow mom-friends and the babies they share. Second only to seeing pictures of Jackson in his Easter outfit, I died to see pictures of Ella and Ava, his best girl buddies who were born within days of him. The pictures did not disappoint. I hang on every word Amanda says as she tells me about this mom and this baby, that mom and that baby.
I can't overemphasize how rich my fellow moms made my parenting experience. Particularly one: my best friend, Johnnie. She had two boys and I had two girls and we dragged those four kids to every McDonalds in Houston just so we could finish a sentence. We taught Mother's Day Out together because we were both broke. We home-made family Christmas gifts because we didn't have the money to buy them. (We spent what money we had on our babies.) I hate arts and crafts to this day and still have burns from glue guns. That's not all. I'd decide I'd had it with Keith and I'd leave him in the morning sometimes, go to her house with my unsuspecting girls, drink a cup of coffee, get in a better mood, and be back home by the time he got off work. He'd walk in the door, ask about my day, and I'd say under my breath, "I left you today. That's how my day was." Hee hee. Somehow I'd feel some satisfaction with that, repent, then fall in love with him all over again. It was his looks.
My point is, Moms, you've got to have you a support group of other moms. Many who are peers. Others who are just ahead of you. They will be used of God to get you through everything from the mundane to the morose. As I told my class last night, our ancient female ancestors walked to wells and rivers together to get water. Our great grandmothers quilted and canned together. We, instead, are imprisoned in our minivans driving breakneck speed, thinking a few maniacal minutes on a cell phone can replace a regular play-date where believing moms can take some time to laugh and share. I don't think it's a luxury. It's a necessity for mental (and often spiritual!) health! Because, you see,...
*No day full of dirty diapers has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No tantrum has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No "but, Mom, everybody is going!" has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No "You hate me!" has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No child's first love has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No child's first broken heart has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No broken curfew has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No goodbye has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
About five years ago, my buddy Johnnie's oldest son, Jeremy, was just about to vow his life to the woman of his dreams. The music was already playing in the sanctuary and we were only about three minutes from the service starting. We looked around and suddenly realized that it was just the six of us left in the choir room: Johnnie, her two boys, and me and my two girls. The four kids were all beautiful, God-loving young adults. Johnnie and I had lived through it and they'd lived through us. Wow, Lord. The groomsmen had already gone to their posts and it was just about time for Jeremy to take his place through a sanctuary door down a long hall. Had we tried to manipulate a few moments alone between the six of us, we could never have pulled it off. It was a gift from God. The completely unplanned moment was not lost on a single one of us six and even now I could cry about the tenderness of it. Without anyone saying a word, Jeremy held out his arm for one of my daughters. Jordan held out his arm for the other. And Johnnie held out her arm to me. Arm in arm, three familiar pairs of us walked the long hall, laughing, and nearly crying, making our way toward the finish line of young family-hood just like we began: together. Those kinds of relationships don't take place in five minutes. They take years. Crises. Prayers. Divine favor. Your fellow moms are some of the most priceless treasures God has bestowed on you to cheer you on your way to the finish line of young parenting. Grab some arms and do it together."
From Beth Moore:
"Last night at Bible study I taught on being a mom and my mind has been swimming with memories of my girls when they were little bitty. As God would have it, a few weeks ago I happened on an old prayer journal from 1982 when Amanda was barely three and Melissa was a newborn. Those of you in the throes will not be surprised to hear that it was filled with unsophisticated requests for things like more sleep, for Melissa to adjust better to the church nursery, for financial help as I got to stay home with the girls, for Amanda not to catch Melissa's cold, for Keith and I to get along better, for him to want to go to church, for him to stop cussing (I hope you're smiling because I am), for him to...and for him to...and for him to...and for him to...and for us to get to go to a marriage conference, for me to apply what I was learning in my first Dr. Dobson book, for me to have a better disposition (I must have used the word ten times that I could find), and for me to make minutes for my quiet time because "my day goes so much better when I do." Sound familiar?
(My personal favorite was when I asked God for forgiveness for trying to steal some of His glory for being so prideful about the way I played handbells in the handbell choir. I laughed until I cried. Then again, it has nothing to do with children but you surely would not have wanted to miss that, would you?)
Even before I found the journal, I'd begun reliving so many of those experiences as I watched Amanda with her young family. One of the things I enjoy so much as I relive those priceless and challenging days in my memory is Amanda telling me all about her fellow mom-friends and the babies they share. Second only to seeing pictures of Jackson in his Easter outfit, I died to see pictures of Ella and Ava, his best girl buddies who were born within days of him. The pictures did not disappoint. I hang on every word Amanda says as she tells me about this mom and this baby, that mom and that baby.
I can't overemphasize how rich my fellow moms made my parenting experience. Particularly one: my best friend, Johnnie. She had two boys and I had two girls and we dragged those four kids to every McDonalds in Houston just so we could finish a sentence. We taught Mother's Day Out together because we were both broke. We home-made family Christmas gifts because we didn't have the money to buy them. (We spent what money we had on our babies.) I hate arts and crafts to this day and still have burns from glue guns. That's not all. I'd decide I'd had it with Keith and I'd leave him in the morning sometimes, go to her house with my unsuspecting girls, drink a cup of coffee, get in a better mood, and be back home by the time he got off work. He'd walk in the door, ask about my day, and I'd say under my breath, "I left you today. That's how my day was." Hee hee. Somehow I'd feel some satisfaction with that, repent, then fall in love with him all over again. It was his looks.
My point is, Moms, you've got to have you a support group of other moms. Many who are peers. Others who are just ahead of you. They will be used of God to get you through everything from the mundane to the morose. As I told my class last night, our ancient female ancestors walked to wells and rivers together to get water. Our great grandmothers quilted and canned together. We, instead, are imprisoned in our minivans driving breakneck speed, thinking a few maniacal minutes on a cell phone can replace a regular play-date where believing moms can take some time to laugh and share. I don't think it's a luxury. It's a necessity for mental (and often spiritual!) health! Because, you see,...
*No day full of dirty diapers has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No tantrum has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No "but, Mom, everybody is going!" has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No "You hate me!" has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No child's first love has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No child's first broken heart has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No broken curfew has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
*No goodbye has overtaken you but such as is common to moms.
About five years ago, my buddy Johnnie's oldest son, Jeremy, was just about to vow his life to the woman of his dreams. The music was already playing in the sanctuary and we were only about three minutes from the service starting. We looked around and suddenly realized that it was just the six of us left in the choir room: Johnnie, her two boys, and me and my two girls. The four kids were all beautiful, God-loving young adults. Johnnie and I had lived through it and they'd lived through us. Wow, Lord. The groomsmen had already gone to their posts and it was just about time for Jeremy to take his place through a sanctuary door down a long hall. Had we tried to manipulate a few moments alone between the six of us, we could never have pulled it off. It was a gift from God. The completely unplanned moment was not lost on a single one of us six and even now I could cry about the tenderness of it. Without anyone saying a word, Jeremy held out his arm for one of my daughters. Jordan held out his arm for the other. And Johnnie held out her arm to me. Arm in arm, three familiar pairs of us walked the long hall, laughing, and nearly crying, making our way toward the finish line of young family-hood just like we began: together. Those kinds of relationships don't take place in five minutes. They take years. Crises. Prayers. Divine favor. Your fellow moms are some of the most priceless treasures God has bestowed on you to cheer you on your way to the finish line of young parenting. Grab some arms and do it together."
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Savannahs first day at Preschool
Savannah loves her new teachers at Stonebriar Preschool Pals this year. She is excited about Spanish class this year and going to Chapel. She has been memorizing lots of bible verses between preschool and awanas Sunday night. It is so neat to hear her talk about all the things God has made! Yesterday she told us that Jesus is our Savior! Those are precious words from a 3 year old.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Playing at home
We have been spending lots of time at home lately. David got the flu over the weekend and I have walking pneumonia. Not fun. We are so thankful though that the girls have been protected from this with just minor runny noses and a bit of a cough. We are hoping that we are over the hurdle and we can get our energy back very soon!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Texas Tech/Rice game
Sunday, September 2, 2007
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